We used to stay in the same locality (as even my dad was a rich guy and not a poor one). We had our bungalows facing each other. So sometimes she woul... take her car and sometimes I would take mine. We both had our room facing each other. Many a times I would see her peeking at my body. I had myself several times seen her masterbating. I would too purposely sometimes flash my dick and not let her know that I was doing that purposely. One day while coming home from a late night party (our parents. “Do you remember how the villagers spat on us, how we narrowly avoided being lynched, she and I? You remember. You had not come to work for us yet but you were there, I saw your little hunched figure, your pock-marked face. Yours was the only face with any sympathy, that’s why I took note of you. These stinking burghers, petty merchants, lousy peasants, wrathful, hateful, frothing at the mouth like poor Dieter and all because we dared to love each other. And Bridget from one of the oldest. It was Dirk, the crazy sex machine from next door.Even though we had shared a few classes in high school, I really didn't know him very well. He was our star wide receiver, and I knew that sometimes when he was practicing with the football team across the field from us he would stop and watch me as my squad did cheerleading drills. We'd also been in a couple of school plays together, but we never managed to be in the same scenes.All I really knew was that I always thought he was absolutely. I couldn't believe how hot and erotic his first blowjob with me had been.After the second time Bill and I had gotten together to spend the night, we decided to pick up the pace of our sharing blowjobs and getting to know each other a lot better. I couldn't believe we'd known each other all those years and yet hadn't known each other at all. We were both quickly finding out that just having time with each other in his parents' home and in his bedroom wasn't getting it for us.Bill and I went out.